| Storms are breaking in California
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| From the East Coast a twister comes
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| She lies waiting for her lovers
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| A crumpled rag doll that’s cast away
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| Then they call her on the phone
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| Telling lies that she can see through
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| So they’ll live inside their hell tonight
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| Knowing they were saving their own skins
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| Signing up for high adventure
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| Young and innocent so alive
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| Mules and asses held the high ground
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| While the lions stood like sitting ducks
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| Then they drove them through the fire
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| With a cry of «we know better»
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| So they’ll live inside their hell tonight
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| Knowing they were saving their own skins
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| Sailing oceans to a new life
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| Friends and family are tied as one
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| Captain’s table rocks with laughter
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| Glasses raised to a job well done
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| And the market place is waiting
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| For the souls that can’t be bought
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| So they’ll burn inside their hell tonight
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| Knowing they were shaming mankind
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| Like a dead bird in a green field
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| Still and peaceful the body lay
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| I don’t need to witness something
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| To confirm all my deepest fears
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| But I climb inside my car
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| And I stop the help arriving
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| So I’ll live inside my hell tonight
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| Knowing I was only gloating |